Fifty

A large rock whisked past Jannah's head, barely missing her ear by a centimeter, hitting the man on the head and making him groan out, a trail of blood dripping from his hair.

"You should have died with others!" A woman with short blue hair and baby blue eyes screamed at the man, stomping her way towards them.

She threw another rock, her eyes glossed with tears as she sobbed out, "You're a trash! Trash like your brother! Like the Baron! Like every men in this trash of a town!"

Jannah could feel the seething anger and despair from the woman. She could only guess that she's one of the mother's who lost her child to these men's cruelty.

She stepped aside, grabbing the mace from the cool furnace and handed it to the woman, who didn't spare her a glance, but took the mace from her hand.